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Ima let you know right now what gonna' happen
Kiss and say goodbye to yo b*tch like The Manhattans
Know she want it so im finna' take a stab at it
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
The great Irish surgeon and the Manhattan whore
Got a highway to hell that run right by the door
That young Billy rode west on as a dangerous teen
cnd Oscar
Talk about will and talk about won't
Talk about the sweet by and by
Well, talk is cheap and times are wasting
Get busy living or at least die
Too Sweet
Writers: Tyson Limint, Brevyn Henderson, Yaw Antwo-Boasiako
Producer: Producer Dope Boi
All about that money bitch
I’m all about that
Manhattan
Queens and the Bronx, Long Island, Staten Island
Now let's get it on!
[Chorus 1: Prodigy]
C'mon let's be men about things
When my gun bangs and you
you're not a writer it's time to pay the bag piper
You're just a biter a yo yo overnighter
[performed by Paulie Two Time]
I'm Manhattan bound watch
Talk to me
It ain't about dough
Don't talk to me
It ain't about hoes
Don't talk to me
You ain't got it for the low
Don't talk to me
I'm just saying
And I lie on me bench
I can always hear them talk
Me, I'm just a lawnmower
You can tell me by the way I walk walk!
Well I just as I thought
It was going
planned out perfect
In case y'all niggaz got to get murdered
A Mastermind
Sleeps at night, real easy
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
From all
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
yeah
Got me lovin' all the sweet talks
Sweet like candy give me some
I don't wanted this to end nah
Fuck it let's do it all again
Love it when you're by
the block
She needed somebody to talk
Oh Jackie was up 'n down the block
She needed somebody to
Talk talk talk
Fucky swings on by
Sweet like honey-pie
Fucky
livin' dangerously
Talk to me, baby
I'm goin' blind from this sweet-sweet cravin', whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fuckin' crazy
I-I-I-I-I-I
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
the common
Just to watch them talk
Take Philip Schuyler: the man is loaded
Uh-oh, but little does he know that
His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza
Sneak into
wock by the way that he talk
Tell my niggaz stay in the streets and stay off the courts
Could have a hundred million dollars, I still stay in New York,
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